09. A HEROIC VICTORY!

"Alpha team, stop, and active camalogue. Move towards your west, and test the waters." A melodic voice came from the radio, and Gulleven got instantly nervous. 

The melodious voice was none other than Gweniwith Raven, and it sounded somewhat frustrated. 

"Alpha team, Move west for 500 meters and move forward for at least 50 meters. Burrow there and go long," A male voice instantly came into the radio, 

"Alright team, you heard the orders," Gwen's voice came again, but this time a little disgruntled. "Move west 500 meters, then advance 50 meters and burrow. Stay sharp and stay silent."

As they moved through the terrain, Gulleven couldn't help but curse the male voice again, because the male voice was from the newly ascended king, William!

But the Alpha team wouldn't dare to defy the orders coming from above. So, they got to it. As they reached their destination, they activated their camouflage and activated their enhanced heat sensor HUDs. 

And what they saw had shocked them to the core. A huge, even though disorganized, army was marching towards them. 

Every member of the Alpha team was shocked, and the captain of the Alpha team, Reinheart Eliot, who had a relaxed atmosphere throughout the mission became instantly solemn. 

As Reinheart shared the grim numbers displayed on their heads-up display (HUD), the realization of the dire situation began to sink in. Eagle Actual, the headquarters under Gwen's command, bore witness to the overwhelming forces arrayed against them on the right flank.

As Gwen observed the sheer magnitude of the enemy's reinforcements, a chill ran down her spine, and a cold sweat broke out on her brow. Never had they anticipated that the secessionists would bolster their flanks to such an extent, especially after indicating their intent to wage a war of attrition.

With a sense of urgency, Gwen relayed her observations to her command staff, her voice tinged with concern. The gravity of the situation was not lost on anyone present, as they scrambled to formulate a response to the unexpected threat.

As Gwen glanced at William's slightly amused expression, frustration bubbled within her. Despite his correct predictions regarding the enemy's reinforcements, this was no time for celebration or self-congratulation. The gravity of the situation demanded focus and determination, not frivolity.

Feeling a mix of irritation and disappointment, Gwen met William's gaze with a stern look, her raven-black hair pulled back into a tight bun. His apparent lack of seriousness in such a critical moment grated on her nerves, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his nonchalant demeanor.

When William's eyes shifted back to the monitor, Gwen felt a surge of frustration welling up inside her. His glib comment only served to exacerbate her irritation, and she fought to maintain her composure in the face of his casual attitude.

"Why are you gawking at me, pass the commands," William's voice cut through the tense silence, his tone tinged with impatience.

Gwen's frown deepened at his words, her disappointment palpable. Though she longed to voice her frustration, she held her tongue, knowing that now was not the time for petty squabbles.

With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the task at hand, her focus unwavering as she prepared to issue the necessary commands to navigate the perilous battlefield before them.

As Gwen issued commands with rapid precision, a sense of relief washed over her. She knew that her quick thinking and decisive actions had averted disaster on the battlefield. If she hadn't deployed the elite scouts from her Legion, they would have surely been overwhelmed by the enemy's reinforced flanks.

Despite her lack of loyalty to the throne or the planet, Gwen couldn't deny the respect she held for her father's legacy. The thought of tarnishing his memory with a defeat filled her with a deep-seated rage, a burning fury that threatened to consume her from within.

At that moment, her anger turned towards William. Though she knew it was irrational to blame him for her own shortcomings, she couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment towards him. Her frustration towards herself paled in comparison to the fiery rage that now coursed through her veins.

Yet, even as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her, Gwen knew that she couldn't afford to lose focus. With a steely resolve, she pushed aside her anger and refocused her attention on the task at hand. For in the crucible of battle, there was no room for petty grievances or personal vendettas.

As Gweniwith contemplated the battlefield before her, a sense of grim determination settled over her. Despite the enemy's numerical superiority, she knew that victory was within their grasp. With the knowledge of the enemy's bolstered flanks, she saw a clear path to victory: concentrate their forces on the frontline and obliterate the enemy's defenses before the flanks could pose a threat.

With a steely resolve, Gweniwith mobilized her troops with ruthless efficiency, her mind focused solely on destruction. Every movement, and every decision was made with the singular purpose of securing victory for the Dawn Empire.

The battle that ensued at Resilin would go down in history as a turning point in the struggle for dominance for the title of the King of Dawn. Known as the Battle of Resilin, it would ultimately determine the fate of the Dawn Empire and solidify Gweniwith's father's legacy as a formidable leader of the Dawn Empire.

And it was an astounding victory for the Dawn Empire!!

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, it was clear that the Dawn Empire had emerged victorious, their enemies vanquished and their dominance secured.

It was just like how Gwen had predicted, After the frontline of the Dawn Secessionists had broken off, the rest of the army morale had hit rock bottom, and the final rest which was approximately 4 million had been routed. 

With only a loss of half a million soldiers from the Dawn Empire, they had pulled off a resounding success. But William was still horrified by the blood that was spilled just because he wanted to be in power. 

It was incredibly frustrating to battle his mind each and every day, affirming to it that it had been purely because his life was threatened. 

But the question still remained, why did his life stand above all the soldiers?

The battle had been over for 5 days, and the army was preparing to chase after the rebels. Over these 5 days, William's health was taking a big hit. 

The problem was simple. 

He couldn't sleep. 

His eyes had dark circles around them, and his eyes were losing their luster. 

"Sir, you should come to the War Council," Victor had come to William's room and looked at William with a pitiful expression. He himself had gone through what the young lad was going through. 

William looked at the old man with baggy eyes, and frowned for a moment, then nodded at the old man. With that, the old man had gone to the War Council, and William stood up and washed his face, and looked at the mirror that had the spitting image of what he looked like when he was on Earth. 

Why was all of this happening?

A thought resounded inside William's head, and William's thoughts became grim. If someone was behind this mass teleportation of souls at this level and had embedded talents that were beyond human comprehension...

William didn't know what to think after that. 

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